Previously, my no-shave record was about three weeks, but I have entered a new world altogether. It now hurts to wear leggings just like it hurts to wear a ponytail all day. Also, when I walk through my house with no pants, I can feel the whoosh of air blowing through my leg hairs, in a way that would feel glamorous if they weren't my leg hairs. It's disturbing. No one tells you these things.
I fully intended to keep this experiment contained to the leg area, but then I missed a couple days of armpits and, well, at that point I figured I may as well go all in. This is even worse than the legs, somehow. Putting on deodorant is a nightmare and it's not even grown all the way out yet.
Unrelatedly, I recently declared a weekly Sexy Sunday, on which I must wear a matching bra and panty, just to make sure covid winter doesn't render me a complete slob. (I may have worn crotchless panties to the grocery store.) The only problem with Sexy Sunday is how perfectly it overlaps with Hairy Covid Winter. Sorry for that visual.
This is really doing a lot for my suicidal ideation, though, since I definitely don't want to die right now and have my body be found like this.
